The Poetical Works of Hemans, Heber and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, 1831 - 470 pages |
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... silence held the lonely woods of Rome ; Or ere to Greece the builder's skill was known , Or the light chisel brushed ... silent and unstrung , In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung , Would oft awake to chant their future fame , And ...
... silence held the lonely woods of Rome ; Or ere to Greece the builder's skill was known , Or the light chisel brushed ... silent and unstrung , In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung , Would oft awake to chant their future fame , And ...
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... silence marks the track where France has And Albion ! " - Darker sorrow veiled his brow- been . ) Far other scenes ... Silent and stern he sate ; then , bending low , Listened the ascending plaints of human wo . And waving as in grief ...
... silence marks the track where France has And Albion ! " - Darker sorrow veiled his brow- been . ) Far other scenes ... Silent and stern he sate ; then , bending low , Listened the ascending plaints of human wo . And waving as in grief ...
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... silent awe , a strange sweet harmony . Yes ! -as I fix mine eager view On yonder wreath of paly blue , That olive wreath , whose shady round Amid the courser's mane is bounded ; I feel again the sacred glow That bids my strain of ...
... silent awe , a strange sweet harmony . Yes ! -as I fix mine eager view On yonder wreath of paly blue , That olive wreath , whose shady round Amid the courser's mane is bounded ; I feel again the sacred glow That bids my strain of ...
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... silent waves the peopled city kiss ; That city which hath blest his bounteous hand , Rearing her goodly bowers on high .— ( 12 ) That now , redeemed from late disgrace , The wealthy mother of a countless race , She lifts her front in ...
... silent waves the peopled city kiss ; That city which hath blest his bounteous hand , Rearing her goodly bowers on high .— ( 12 ) That now , redeemed from late disgrace , The wealthy mother of a countless race , She lifts her front in ...
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... silent man can prize , If a fool he be or wise ? Yet , though lonely seem the wood , Therein may lurk the beast of blood , Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel , And deem not thou in forest gray , Every dappled ...
... silent man can prize , If a fool he be or wise ? Yet , though lonely seem the wood , Therein may lurk the beast of blood , Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel , And deem not thou in forest gray , Every dappled ...
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Page 9 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Page 22 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Page 285 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 278 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!
Page 27 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Page 18 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! <#irst Sunbag after %ip|rang.— No.
Page 304 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 18 - His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.
Page 268 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 7 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.